Page 63 of Indiscretion

“Forget it. No, I never met Ted Bundy. I’m pretty sure he was dead before I was born.”

“Were you born before January twenty-fourth, nineteen eighty-nine?”

“No.”

The kid shrugged. “Oh.”

“Is that when Ted Bundy died?”

He nodded. “He was electrocuted.”

“And you know all of this because…?”

“I like to read.”

“About serial killers?”

He shrugged again. “Sometimes.”

“When I was your age, I readJames and the Giant Peach.”

“That’s okay. Not everyone can be smart.”

My brows jumped. Did this little shit just call me stupid? I was pretty sure he had.

“So what’s really wrong with my mom?”

Crap.Naomi had been right to look nervous about leaving me here to babysit. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. “Your aunt said she ate bad sushi.”

He gave me a look that screamedI’m calling bullshitand rolled his eyes.

I stood from the couch. “Did you guys eat dinner yet?”

“No. Mom was going to order from Razzle, down the block.”

“Razzle, the ice cream place?”

“We eat it for dinner on Mondays.”

Now it was my turn to give the I’m-calling-bullshit face.

The kid groaned. “Fine. How about pizza at least?”

“Does your sister like pizza?”

“Who doesn’t like pizza?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re dairy free or vegan or something.”

“My aunt’s cool, but she’s got no taste in food.”

I smiled. “How about a Sicilian from Joe’s, with meatball on top?”

Forty minutes later, the three of us were sitting at the table. Well, technically there were four of us, since Leonardo had jumped up on a chair and was currently sitting like a human, watching us eat. Molly still had half her first slice left, but Ryder was keeping pace with me.

“You can really chow down for a little kid,” I noted.

“I’m not little. I’m ten.”

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